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Fuck the universe. I knew it hated me. I just didn’t think it would be this petty.
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“You know my name?” He lifts his brows—can brows be disappointed? “Obviously.” Right. “Um…how?” I ask, a tad distracted, and who can blame me. “We’ve met.” I rear back before I can bury the reaction. Met the godfather of world-ending daddy issues? “Nope. Not even a little bit.” I should just stop talking to him altogether.
“You’re wrong about being useless,” he says, still calm, still quiet. “You are very useful to me. And I will punish anyone who harms the one who will free me.”
Grief doesn’t always come from losing someone—it also comes from realizing they were never really yours to begin with.
that was surprisingly deep for this book
I still don’t care. She was my favorite.
She should throw a rock at his stupid head.
still don’t understand…anything…really.
He didn’t tell me. My damned god and his damned secrets.
I want…more. But wanting more only ever leads to disappointment.
“You’re not fine.” Her words are as gentle as her touch. “You’re far from fine right now, but you will be. You’re not a monster, Hades.”
Then she offers me a smile, the kind only my mother tries to give me every so often. But Mother’s are always filled with guilt or pity or worry. This smile is filled with…certainty and trust. No fear or pity to be seen.
“One day, you’ll do the hard things no one else can. But that is only possible when you master your powers. Which you will. You just need to have faith in your own heart.”
Fuck. Lots of fucks. Because sometimes one just isn’t enough.
Persephone tips her head again, studying him like he’s a particularly difficult flower to grow. “I like you despite yourself, Boone Runar.”
so here for them
“You want me to sit on the ground to speak with you?” I ask. “Why not?” “Because—”
the pure horror
“I have the strangest sense, my star, that you are going to be trouble.”
awww
“That was terrible!”
“Are you even trying?”
I'm dying
Discussing feelings really is not my happy place.
you don't say
“She doesn’t need anybody’s help. Not yours. Not my son’s. Not even mine. Something she’ll learn soon enough.”
“Now that we’re gods, let’s not do any of this cryptic shit. Let’s be clear. Yeah?”
is that the key to communication? die and become gods?
“Your name means death bringer,” Cronos tells me. “As Hades’ queen, it is your appropriate and true name.” “Death bringer,” Boone mutters at me. “Of course that would be what your name means.”
think I’ve reached my limit of peopling.
“Ouch,” I mutter.
A warning. He is giving me a warning. Zeus, head asshole of all assholes, is trying to…help me?
Male pride is such a sad thing to behold sometimes.
I tense, tight as a drawn bowstring, but stay facing away. “I don’t need one more person calling me a monster today, Lyra.” “Why would I?”
“No matter when, no matter how, I love you. I love everything about you—the way you care, the way you fight, the way you make me laugh with a dark sense of humor that matches my own, your strength, the way you kiss and do a whole lot of other things, even the way you keep secrets for my own good. But especially the way you love.”
“My mother again? Really?”
“You goddesses are an unimaginative group so far.”
I finally get into the cab and start chopping with the pointy end this time.
What if I truly can’t trust my own mind? What if none of us can?
“Why in the name of the cosmos would you have faith in me that way?”
I’m asking the same thing over here
No. Fuck, I’m losing it. She makes me lose it.
Fuck, I hate all things time travel.
We’re too dangerous together. Tinder and fire, set to go off and take the world down with us.
I was right before. I’m so fucked.
I grin. And maybe laugh slightly maniacally.
Relief is like falling only to be caught before hitting the ground.
“Why won’t you let go?” I demand, pushed beyond my limits. “You’re the reason there’s a prophecy, because I’d burn the world for you.”
“Life is never without problems,” she says slowly. “Whatever trouble I get into, I promise you I can get myself out. I don’t need you for that. I just need you to wait and hold me afterward.”
“Fuck, Lyra. You ask the world.” “Only because I know you can give it,”
“Thank you.” I tilt my head, wanting to kiss her, chasing that contact, until the words sink in, and I pause. “Thank you?” My voice is a rasp now. “For what?” “All of it,” she says. “For waiting. For falling in love with me. For trusting me. Enduring me. All of it.” Heavens save me. I lean into her, pinning her harder against the wall with my entire body, pressing the ridge of my arousal into her belly. Even then, I still hold back. “I don’t want your thanks, Lyra,” I snarl. But the way she always does when she should fear me, she smiles instead. “What do you want, then?” Everything. “Your
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“What I can promise is my heart, no matter where or when I am. And nothing—not time, not death, not the heavens or the hells, not even the Fates—can take it away from you.”
Mine. Only because she gifted herself to me. Mine. Only because I’m going to give myself back to her. Every part of me. Holding nothing back ever again.
I’m making a faith. Pledging myself to the woman who has loved me across time, despite who I am fated to be.
I’m the bitch who made my own life hell. Awesome.
“I love you,” he says. I’m so damn tempted to say, “I know.”
